Several old n below the stage, led by Jiang ng, ignored Long San’s protest. They directly took the silver needles from the event referees. After examining them, they found that the silver needles Lin Feng had presented were just ordinary acupuncture needles, and they couldn’t detect any toxins. Finally, Jiang ng spoke, "The silver needle is fine, and it can be used as a weapon... however, Long San has no weapons, so Lin Feng cannot use weapons in this match!"
"I cannot use weapons?" Lin Feng’s expression changed slightly. Staring at Jiang ng below the stage, he asked sternly, "When Long Tianyi took the stage, why could he casually wear his knuckle dusters? He can use weapons without consent?"
"When Long Tianyi ca out, you also used a dagger! Moreover, Long San protested this ti, and you did not object to Long Tianyi using weapons..." Jiang ng looked at Lin Feng expressionlessly, explaining flatly. He spoke with an air of righteousness, but in reality, in his eyes, Lin Feng was just an outsider invited by Long Tianyi, while Long San was a long-standing mber of the organization. Siding with their own people over outsiders was an important principle of the organization.
Lin Feng’s face darkened, as he easily saw through the sophistry in Jiang ng’s words. If Long Tianyi had carried a weapon on stage and Lin Feng had protested, Jiang ng would definitely have favored Long Tianyi, perhaps at most giving Lin Feng a choice of weapons, not prohibiting Long Tianyi from wearing his knuckle dusters.
Lin Feng was displeased, which naturally lifted Long San’s spirits.
Initially, Long San felt a little nervous listening to the first half of Jiang ng’s words. But after Jiang ng finished, Long San broke into a triumphant smile, "HAHAHA... without your silver needles, Lin Feng, you’re done for! I want to see how you can beat !"
Lin Feng’s eyes flashed with a cold light. He stared at Long San but did not speak.
"Are you disgruntled? What good will glaring at do..." Long San beca even more triumphant seeing Lin Feng’s unfriendly gaze. He laughed again, "If you can’t stand the sight of , co and hit ..."
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, a strange smirk appearing on his face.
At this ti, the referee on the stage announced the start of the match.
As the referee’s words fell, Lin Feng and Long San instantly transford into two gray shadows, rushing at each other at extre speed.
Long San’s moves were expansive and open, employing Bajiquan. Bajiquan is one of the most explosive fist styles in Chinese traditional Martial Arts. It emphasizes the unification of six key strengths and pays particular attention to the seamless integration of hand shapes, footwork, and form-intent.
Originally, Long San’s cultivation was only at the third level of Inner Strength, but with the use of Bajiquan, his aura instantly surged to its peak. He moved like a god descended from the heavens, each movent filled with an imnse sense of power. The entire ring even trembled from the force of his stomps, and thunderous rumbles accompanied his every step.
The crowd below the stage then realized that Long San’s aura was significantly stronger than when he had faced Yan Su earlier. Apparently, Yan Su’s strength had been too weak to even make Long San use his full power!
Yan Su also observed this. Watching the fierce Long San on stage, his face burned with sha. He refused Long Xiaoyun’s offer of imdiate treatnt, insisting on staying to watch the fight between Lin Feng and Long San. Only at this mont did he realize just how terrifying Long San’s strength truly was.
The terror of Long San was most apparent to Lin Feng, who was within his attack range.
With his Left Hand injured, Lin Feng could only rely on his right hand to engage in a hit-and-run battle with Long San. His footwork was extrely light and elusive, his entire body moving like a fluttering butterfly, swift and unpredictable.
Bajiquan was powerful, but each punch also consud considerable energy. If Lin Feng could drag out the fight, he’d have a chance to find an opening in Long San’s moves and then strike to win.
Knowing Lin Feng’s plan, but unable to match his speed, Long San grew sowhat agitated and roared, "Lin Feng, do you dare to engage head-on? Don’t you have any guts?"
"Guts? What are guts?" Lin Feng continued to move deftly, asking with a light smile, "Are they more important than making money?" However, Long San failed to notice that although Lin Feng was smiling, his eyes held an astonishingly fierce killing intent.
If Long San could have noticed the baleful glint in Lin Feng’s eyes, he might have raised his guard. But at such a critical life-or-death mont, how could he possibly discern the gloom hidden in Lin Feng’s gaze?
"I broke Yan Su’s arms, don’t you want to avenge him..." To provoke Lin Feng into clashing with him head-on, Long San’s punches whistled through the air as he laughed with extre cruelty, "Didn’t you say you’d get justice for Yan Su? Co hit ! If you don’t dare to hit , you’re trash! You’re even more of a waste than that Yan Su! How are you going to get justice for him?"
Lin Feng’s brow furrowed. Suddenly, he heard Yan Su’s steady voice from below the stage.
"Lin Feng, don’t fall for it! He’s intentionally provoking you!" Yan Su yelled out loudly from below the stage, enduring the pain from his broken arms.
"That’s right, even Yan Su has seen through it. I am provoking you! But Lin Feng, what can you do about it? Do you have the guts to touch ? Do you think I don’t know what you’re thinking? You’re just waiting for to make a mistake! Let tell you, your speed might be fast, but your Left Hand is injured, so your body isn’t balanced. Dragging this out, you might not necessarily win against ! I’d like to see who can’t hold out first!" Long San said with a cold laugh, his hands never stopping as he continuously pursued Lin Feng.
Lin Feng’s face remained calm. He said nothing. However, Long San distinctly sensed that Lin Feng’s footwork was becoming increasingly unsteady, and his pace was slowing down.
Finally, Long San noticed that after a spin, Lin Feng dramatically slowed down; he seed to have stopped completely.
"HAHAHA... you can’t run anymore! Take this palm strike!" Long San gloated, deceptively unleashing a heavy palm strike, rapidly aiming for Lin Feng’s injured Left Hand. He wanted to injure Lin Feng even further!
At this mont, a mocking expression finally appeared on Lin Feng’s face. He turned halfway, pulled his Left Hand back, and his long-readied right fist shot out from under his ribs, eting Long San’s palm head-on!
Wing Chun Power, Sun Character Thrust Punch!
This punch was one Lin Feng had prepared from the mont he promised to get justice for Yan Su! From beginning to end, Lin Feng had been scheming against Long San. Pretending to use the silver needle as a weapon was a ruse, as was his feigned reluctance to trade blows with Long San. Lin Feng’s sole aim was to find an opportunity to unleash his full power when Long San was careless!
As Lin Feng’s fist blasted out, Long San already sensed sothing was wrong. An extrely horrified look appeared in his eyes, but his hands were fundantally too late to make any effective response. Lin Feng’s fist, trailing heavy afterimages, had already collided with his palm.
BOOM!
CRACKLE!
Following the dull thud of the collision between fist and palm was the extrely horrifying sound of bones cracking. Long San was horrified to find his arm seed to have "shortened" by a segnt. This was the result of the entire arm bone shattering.
Then, Lin Feng’s fist, its montum unchecked, sent Long San, who had yet to feel the pain, flying off the ring!
Everyone below the stage shot to their feet, each one of them staring at Lin Feng with shocked expressions, almost forgetting to breathe.
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